the Archaeologist's adventures - part 4: not really related to digging...

the Archeologist was off to visit a new site with a fellow digger. to save on the exhorbitant petrol costs, they shared a car. the first half of the journey went really well. they talked a lot and generally enjoyed themselves whilst speeding down the motorway. and every time the other digger turned to talk to her, she couldn't help but stare in wonder into his intense clear blue eyes. wow, was all she could think.

on the way back from the site (which had been beautiful and very carefully laid-out, which was always sexy - to her anyway), they were alone again and if the other digger hadn't been driving, well, she would gladly have told him to shut up about the site and kissed him. very gladly. totally ridiculous and totally off the topic, but there you go. she thought she might do it when he dropped her off, but then she chickened out. he'd always seemed uncomfortable with close physical contact (their goodbye was close to formal, despite having known each other for some time), and she didn't really see how she could swing it... it could have been a nice little side-attraction, she thought as she kicked herself, a little while later, when he'd gone. sometimes, stupidity knows no boundaries...